the pain can't subside.

at last the occasion that was just hoped for arrived and so did the moments but not basking in rejuvenation or regeneration, the same moments carrying the same old baggage.
the old questions, the old fears, the old anxieties, the old confusions, the loneliness- answers will never come out from the unfathomed depth- no escape. just run, run till drop dead.


and the mirage continues.

another day. good or bad dunno n dont even wanna know. but one thing for sure. god is not that bad, he was sympathetic today.thanx.

the yellow leaf, the wrinkled yellow leaf was looking for freedom. it was tired being part of something where it did not have much choice. it had to sway with the wind, it had to bear the caterpillar walking over it. it longed for freedom. but it did not want it the way it came.
the autumn was waiting in the wings. and when it came, the yellow leaf got its freedom, at last. it was no longer there. but the freedom meant severing all the ties with the past. it had the freedom to fly but not the wish. it had the freedom to float but not the wish. it had the freedom to die but not the wish.